Now it's me, or rather people my age, families I could be having. People younger than me with two year olds.
And I'm just over here sleeping in the day bed I've had since I was 5, calling my four students my "kids," and dreaming of growing old with my dog.
It's not me creating a family and it doesn't seem like it will be.
But when I see a sick child with sandy colored hair cuddled up with his mom on the bench, covered with a soft train blanket, I can't help feeling wistful and like I'm missing out.
As I look back at my image in the full length mirror in the school restroom I panic just a little at the thought of getting older and never having a person by my side to smile at me along the way.
It's not always about finding fulfillment or purpose in the single life. Sometimes it's about God-designed biological clocks and navigating your way around its ticking.
Hashtag resigning myself to perpetual singleness
Hashtag trying to be content if that's God's will
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| "growing old with my dog" |
P.S. I wrote the above last week. This week I'm thinking an adaptation on arranged marriage might be a plausible solution to perpetual singleness, depending on God's will. Yes, that sounds like a joke. No, it's not, these have really been my thoughts. Yes, I agree, my dog is really cute, thank you. :)
And I want to hear more about the P.S. :)
ReplyDeleteAnother blogpost maybe. Or a FB msg? :)
ReplyDeleteMy friend I know how you feel...esp in light of the events of my younger sister getting married (or these days even someone younger than me). It seems
ReplyDeleteIt's never going to happen...and I find it harder to wait...and I feel like I will grow old alone...with just my fish or I may even buy a dog...love ya friend-maybe someday our Jane Austen hero will come